Travels, pathways, and the footprints we leave behind. This category holds stories from the trail—from the vast waters of the Yukon to the quiet corners of the local woods. It is a space for the places that shape us and the encounters that remind us of what truly matters on this journey.
There is a magnetic pull I feel in my chest—a compass that always points me North. While my physical body is firmly planted on my small farm in Germany, my soul has been charting a course toward the Boreal forest for as long as I can remember. Early sparks: Denmark, Sweden, and childhood dreams The initial spark was a gentle…
In the early 90s, German television was a window into a world of raw, unscripted adventure. For most, the man on the screen was simply “Sir Vival.” But for me, Rüdiger Nehberg was something more. Growing up without a father for much of my childhood, I looked up to him as a guide. In the absence of a father figure at home,…